Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.